#blue period x reader

[saturncodedstarlette]

Tag your trio 🤩

[natsukicookies100]

Yall I need a best friend's brother trope fanfic, I'm literally a stucker for those and this trope is so so underrated! So please recommend me one 😭

[bachiras-toaster]

okay but why would people make a section in their masterlists for characters/fandoms with nothing there? like i understand if theres an upcoming story or whatever, but people that will just write down every fandom in existence just to have nothing posted for it. gets me excited to read about a character because i can see it in their masterlist only to realise that there was never anything there

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (fourteen)

squirting//haruka hashida

“aw, baby.” he smirks as you writhe on his long fingers. “you’re shaking.”

“haru-!” you whimper out, hips waving up and down to desperately match the speed at which his thin fingertips are kissing at your g-spot.

he gives a teasing but genuine smile.

“you’re beautiful, y’know that? so, so gorgeous. can you give me what I want beautiful?”

“ - trying! haru-kun, i can’t! not again!” thin tears roll down your hot cheeks, flustered as your lover hums in delight - his face is calm but there’s an unbridled and hungry desperation within to make you lose it.

“i know you can, my lovely. you’re like a piece of art yourself, writhing and drooling. you’re like poetry in motion, honey.”

his face heats up, the same aroused face the he gets looking at the art in the museums and exhibits you go to every week.

“think of me - your pretty, princely boyfriend - as your canvas. spray your pretty paint all over me.”

his cheesy metaphors come out as a hot, shaky whisper against your earlobe. you whimper, one hand pulling his braids with a yelp and the other scratching down from his hair to his neck and shoulders.

“i’m going to get you there, sweet thing.”

he chuckles, peppering long licks and kisses on your throat, which bobs up and down in a mixture of anticipation and overstimulation.

he’s already gotten you there 4 times tonight, splattered wetness dying and staining your bed sheets in the after math but you knew he wouldn’t stop once the whisper passed his lips.

“let’s get you to five. that’s a nice number to stop at. can my sweet muse do that for me?”

he coos and jabs your g-spot; silky, warm, gooey walls feeling like they’re melting as the pad of his thumb caresses the throbbing wet nub of your clit.

thin lips press to your which are letting out incoherent mumbles of his name and “t-too much!” he knows you’re close -- even if you don’t tell him. even if you can’t tell him.

your sobbing lower lips clamp down and your back arches. immediately, you’re squirting all over him, clear and white juices releasing out like a small fountain that splashes onto his forearm and leaves you a trembling wreck under him, bawling with your toes clenched. there’s a audible - almost disgustingly, embarrassingly loud - squelch as he pulls his palm away from your tight gushing opening and places his sticky, dripping fingers into his mouth with a moan.

“mmm. my baby tastes so good. did such a beautiful job cumming like that for little old me.”

he smiles and licks his lips before hold his fingers to your own.

“does someone want a taste?”

[harukaprism]

Ripples

Pairing: Haruka Hashida x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, not prof read

Word Count: 1,247

How would you describe your subject for your experiment? Haruka Hashida was a man of many personality traits, mostly the popular guy that every girl gushed over but with the project you were doing you made him show the sides of himself he would hate showing others. 

“Well Hashida, where would you like to go today?” Today the two of you were hanging out so you could see his everyday life for one of the last parts of your psychology project and he had picked you up from your apartment. 

“I think we should go to an art museum, we haven’t done that yet.” You were not the only one that benefited out of this project, he was using the scenery that the two of you saw for his art projects during this time too. 

Glancing at your body length mirror in your hallway you checked out your outfit, though it was your regular everyday clothing the long cardigan sweater you wore in your favorite color gave you some coziness with the colder weather outside. “Sure, it is your natural habitat, isn’t it?” 

Haruka only offered you a smile as he opened the front door to your apartment for you, this is how it normally went; you knew that it would be like this when you chose him for this observation. He was quieter with you; it was like his brain had the chance to catch up on itself with the craziness that is an art student. 

With your tickets secured you both walked inside the building you were met with silence and cold air. Taking out your notepad you fell a few steps behind the tall man and studied him closely, picking up on his emotions as he looked over the paintings and sculptures. He explained a few pieces to you after he caught you staring curiously, he was never rude about it he was gentle and calming. 

Your notes today were about the subtle changes in his mood and emotions, it was such a shame he was a pretty boy. The way his braids slightly swayed as he gazed between the paintings, the way his eyebrows knitted together as he scoffed slightly at a Picasso piece. 

He asked you every so often what you enjoyed about the pieces you were looking at, though art was not your expertise you made comments about the colors and the inspiration behind them. Every once in a while he would talk to a fellow art connoisseur while you stood back taking your notes and filling out the required questions. 

After about 30 minutes you finally took a seat, while Haruka was off talking to a student from his school you glanced into the interactive piece you subconsciously sat by. The water in the pool glowed as the water stilled, the instructions to this were to experience the waves and how life looked with them. Your bench was a bit above the water, so you reached your hand down dipping your fingertips into the water, counting the ripples you caused and the way they bounced back when hitting the edge of the glass.

Raising your hand from the water you flicked off the rest of the moisture watching the drops fall back to where they belonged. A smile crossed your face as you thought of Haruka’s response to this piece. It was not art in the traditional sense but the commentary would be interesting. 

“This is hardly art.” A huff came from behind you as long black braids fell to either side of your face, you could smell the subtle cologne he wore as he studied the ripples that were fading away. 

“You are correct but I like it. You get to control what happens with the water, it really is all in your hands.” Taking a spare pencil you thrusted the eraser into the water sending ripples throughout the container, then you dipped your fingers back in gently watch the slow waves meet with the larger ones. 

“You would like this one, as a psychology major.” His voice was teasing of course but there was some sincerity behind it. “Art is my department.” Having you a handkerchief you dried your hand and pencil and went to hand it back as you stood up. “Keep it for now, I think there may be other interactive arts here.” 

Though there were you didn’t quite enjoy them as much as the water one. After excusing himself real quick you stood by the water again watching as children splashed the water watching the ripples distort their faces and your own, yet the corner you stood at calmed after the waves were sent back to the young children. 

You were so entranced with the piece that you lost track of time. Soon the children left and you were standing by yourself, leaning against the barrier you played around with the water with your fingers. 

After a moment the sounds of footsteps pulled you from your head as Haruka approached, a soft smile etched on his face. “Ready to get some dinner?” 

With a nod the two of you left the museum stopping by a ramen shop to eat, the entire time the two of you talked about what you saw on your trip and your feelings behind the art, though he sneered at the Picasso arts you couldn’t help but smile at his distaste for the man's work. 

Taking you home the two of you parted ways, today was the last day you would see him for this project, part of you hoped you would still meet up every once in a while but that remained to be seen. 

A week later you turned in your project, you got a text from him telling you to meet him at his college you grabbed your trust cardigan and a thank you basket for his help on your work. The two of you met at the front. “Here, this is a thank you for all the help.” 

A genuine smile cracked his face as he took it. “I would offer you one too but I have something much better.” Guiding you inside the school you were taken to a hall where various works were being displayed, you had seen his handy work upfront as he sketched while you were asking him questions but surrounded by paintings you were at a loss for words. 

A blonde looked as the two of you approached, he had a shorter friend with him as they both stared at you with wide eyes. They glanced back at the two paintings in front of all four of you and then back. 

Taking a glance at Harukas work you froze in place, they were big canvases of the museum, the wave pool and most importantly you. The first one was you sitting above the pool with your cardigan flowing around your body with your fingers in the water, your reflection staring back at you; the second one was you staring into the pool longingly as the waves seemed to be alive on the canvas. 

“Haru…” 

“This is my thanks for all the hard work you put in.” His voice was just a whisper in your ear as your heart swelled in your chest, unable to pull your eyes away from the masterpieces in front of you. 

Did he feel the same as you? With the way he drew you it seemed that way. All doubts evaporated as his soft lips met your cheek.

[blueangelcakes]

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[nian-7]

Alright then, may i request the full fluff alphabet with Yotara and Yotasuke? No pressure at all, u can finish it any time :))

yep! please enjoy!

Yatora, Yotasuke x gn!reader

✧fluff alphabet

✧fluff

Affection

Yatora isn't the most affectionate person but, that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it! He does enjoy the little things and just small acts of affection such as a peck on the cheek or even just a hug.

Beauty

He 100% admires you for just who you are. There isn't a specific feature about you that he admires the most, he loves all of you, scars and all.

Comfort

Heavily depends on the topic. He does try his best to understand you but, sometimes he thinks he'll say the wrong thing and end up making you feel worse.

Domestic

He knows the basics and that's about it. He's not amazing nor is he terrible at it. He knows how to cook basic meals for you both and he knows how to do various other chores as well.

Fight

Fights rarely happen. It's mostly when one of you get a bit too stressed out and vent it out a bit too aggressively at the other which leads to a small fight.

Gentle

He's pretty gentle with you. He doesn't feel like he has to treat you like you may break but, he still is very sweet with you.

Hugs

Yatora gives the best hugs. They're always so comforting and long that you always feel safe in his arms.

Impression

He had probably met you through a friend and just simply thought you were nice or cool. He didn't really think much of it at first until he started hanging out with you more and more.

Jealousy

It depends. If you're around one of his good friends then he doesn't particularly mind if you're talking with them or anything but, around someone random he may get a bit jealous if they're pushing their limits with you.

Kisses

Like hugs, they're always very comforting. If he's taller than you, he'll kiss the top of your head or your forehead but, if you're taller, he'll kiss your shoulder or give you a peck on the cheek.

Little things

If you offer, he'll draw on you with a pen. Only if you offer and he tends to get a bit wrapped up and ends up drawing up your arm.

Mornings

He got major bedhead in the mornings and when he wakes up, he's a bit groggy but, he does prefer to stay in bed if you're there beside him.

Nicknames

He likes nicknames and will have one for you if you don't mind. He finds that terms of endearment are sweet and will call you a simple one such as love.

Open

He's not super open but he doesn't close himself off from you either. He tells you about things he feels you need to know and vents to you about things when he needs to.

Patience

Yatora usually has quite a bit of patience with you but, if he's a bit stressed that patience will wear out pretty fast. He doesn't mean to snap at you but, he can't help it sometimes.

Quirks

He doesn't have any noticeable 'quirks' but, overtime you do see some habits he has such as ruffling his own hair when he's trying to focus on something.

Romance

Not a very romantic person. He'll occasionally give you flowers or take you out on a fancy date but, other than that he isn't very romantic.

Security

Pretty protective. He's more protective than jealous and makes sure to step in when you feel uncomfortable with the situation or if he's feeling a bit iffy about someone you're talking to.

Try

He tries his hardest to juggle the relationship and his studies evenly so he often needs time to recharge and prefers to do that in the comfort of your arms.

Ugly

He's very apologetic to you if he ever gets into a fight with you. He's almost always the first to apologize and it's sometimes not even his fault so you feel bad that he's apologizing.

Vanity

He doesn't tend to be super concerned about his looks but, on more fancy occasions he'll take extra special care to make sure he looks nice.

Whole

100% feels more whole after you both started going out. He feels more at ease and comfortable in your presence and you can see how he relaxes just slightly when he sees you.

Yuck

Yatora couldn't have a partner who can't accept him for how he is and what he wants to pursue. He finds it a bit controlling to not accept your partner for how they are.

Zzz

Not a heavy or a light sleeper. He can sleep through mostly anything but, can easily be woken up if someone tries to.

Affection

Yotasuke is the least affectionate person ever. He doesn't particularly prefer a lot of forms of affection but, he does enjoy spending quality time with you.

Beauty

He admires your respect for people. He likes when you know your boundaries and try to not push those boundaries unless it's absolutely needed.

Comfort

Terrible at comfort honestly. He has no clue what to say and doesn't want to risk making you feel worse so he'll simply just listen to you.

Domestic

Depends on the chore. He can clean and make very basic meals if he needed to but, overall he finds a way to mess up even if it's a small mistake.

Fight

Once again, it really depends. He does tend to speak his mind quite bluntly which does end up with some bad outcomes at times, especially if you both are arguing.

Gentle

He's overall more gentle with you than he is with others. He'll try to say things in a nicer manner towards you but that nice manner goes out the window when someone else tries to talk to him.

Hugs

It's not that he's not a fan of hugs, he just prefers affection to be more private. He doesn't mind a quick hug as a greeting but, other than that he'd rather keep them more private.

Impression

Yotasuke's first impression of you was his normal impression of most people. He thought you'd just be another pain in his neck but, turned out he did seem to like you a bit.

Jealousy

He gets visibly annoyed when he does get jealous and it's normally when you're talking to someone he dislikes. He has no problem saying that you both have somewhere to be and walking off with you.

Kisses

Again, he'd rather keep affection more private. He does enjoy kisses though as long as they aren't around other people. (Forehead kisses are his favorite to receive).

Little things

He doesn't hold your hand often in public. Instead, he'll link his pinky in yours and that's his way of holding you hand. It's honestly quite cute because you can see his ears go a shade of light pink.

Mornings

He hates mornings. He hates having to get out of the warm blankets but, he still does and he always says he regrets it even though sometimes he's thankful he actually got out of bed.

Nicknames

He never, if not rarely, uses any nicknames. He thinks your name is just fine and would rather save the embarrassment of calling you something sweet in public.

Open

He tends to not be open with you about a lot of things but, he will share things if you ask but, most times he won't share things that are too private.

Patience

He has more patience with you than anyone else. He tries his best not to come off too harsh and tends to have more patience with you in general.

Quirks

He holds almost everything how he holds his paintbrush. Sure there are a few exceptions but, he normally will hold everything the same way.

Romance

Yotasuke is not romantic at all. There is no romance in him and if he does try, it's a struggle. The best he can do is gifts but, even then he's still bad at giving it to you. (He's a bit nervous you won't like it).

Security

He's more protective than he seems. He doesn't admit that he's a bit protective of you but, he does show it when you're in a situation that seems uncomfortable or weird.

Try

He doesn't seem like he puts a lot of effort in but, he secretly is putting in effort. He takes half an hour just to pick out a present for you because he thinks you'll like a different one more.

Ugly

Again, he tends to be very blunt and it's a bit of a bad habit of his. He tends to bluntly state things to you and it comes off a bit rudely and at first, you thought he was mad at you until you realized it was just how he was.

Vanity

He's overall not too concerned about how he looks. He's pretty indifferent about it and puts in enough effort to not look terrible.

Whole

He didn't notice it at first but, he does feel more whole after you both had started dating. He's not sure why but, he just feels a whole lot better.

Yuck

He finds that someone too loud is something he doesn't like and wouldn't want in a partner. He knows it's a bit weird but, he still stands by it.

Zzz

Yotasuke is more of a heavy sleeper. He doesn't easily fall asleep but, when he does he won't wake up at all during the night.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[royalelusts]

Can i request hcs for Murai Yakumo, Haruka Hashida and Yatora Yaguchi for an s/o that draw them in their sketchbook ?

Yatora Yaguchi

It happened completely by accident

He was cleaning when it sorta fell open

When he saw all the little sketches you’ve made of him he just kind of *combust*

Baby thinks you’re so talented!!!!

Can and will shower you in praise

He’ll even ask you for tips on some things when he’s making a piece from now on

Haruka Hashida

He was swinging by your dorm but you weren't there </3

Seeing your sketchbook left open he started flipping through the pages

When I tell you he’s ascending

Notes all the different concepts used in the various sketches of him

Happily brings it up when he sees you

Tries to get you to paint him just to see it on a canvas

Murai Yakumo

He saw it while lounging around in your apartment

You were taking forever to get out of your evening classes so he thought taking a peak wouldn’t hurt

To be honest seeing sketches of himself was the last thing he expected

But damn you made him look good

When you finally came back he threw you a shit eating smirk

Will happily (smugly) be your model when needed

[babyboyxiao]

hi! could you do an aged up yatora yaguchi smut? i don’t have anything else specifically just stay true to his character. this is my first time requesting so sorry if i’m doing anything wrong!

thanks!!!

Yellow is the Colour of His Eyes | Yaguchi Yatora x Reader

AN: thank you so much for the request, i'm sorry this took so long! you're absolutely perfect and i'm so excited for my first Blue Period request! i really tried hard to write him in character but idek anymore, it's been a fat while since i last read bp tbh, and idek what that ending was i got hella tired at the end of writing this but i just hope you enjoy it,, i ended up really leaning into the idea of the reader being a fellow student so there's actually quite a bit of plot so i hope that's okay too,, i was also listening to soccer mommy's song of the same-ish name technically it's "her eyes" while writing this and, while the lyrics don't quite line up, i'd recommend listening to it while reading this bc idk it just fits for me :)

Summary: during a rough night pouring yourself into your final assignment of your second year at Geidai, Yatora finds you decrepit in your studio area. the weight of the mistakes in your work weighs heavy on your shoulders and you find yourself unable to hold back your feelings any longer.

CW: smut, nsfw (minors dni!), friends to lovers, angst with a bit of fluff, unprotected sex, gn! reader

As the end of the semester drew near, you found yourself gradually spending more and more time holed up in your studio working on your final assignment. Your hands stained with ink, paint caked underneath your chipped fingernails, and your eyes swelled with a lackluster enthusiasm as you stared at the canvas before you. It was completed, ready for submission and you were elated that you could finally call it a night... but then you spotted it, a dark smudge on the right edge of the canvas. No doubt it was made by your grimy hands as you'd absent-mindedly gripped the canvas while painting. It wasn't just there either, suddenly every imperfection stood out like a sore thumb and you groaned, tears threatening to spill over as you buried your face into your hands. You just sat there, shoulders slumped as you prepared yourself for another couple of hours of fixing all those blemishes. A gentle knock echoed from the door, platinum blonde wisps of hair peeking out between the frame and the door.

"Thought I'd find you here," Yatora huffed, "I've been calling you, y'know?" You didn't dare look at him, you didn't want one of your closest friends to see you in such a state.

"Oh, sorry... my phone's in my bag." You dejectedly reply. You heard the rustle of a plastic bag, then some rattling, and his footsteps drawing near. You furrowed your brows, you really weren't in the mood for this.

"It looks amazing, just a couple more touches here and there and you're almost done. I got you a couple of things to keep you going-" Yatora's rambling was cut short by the shrill screech of your stool. Keeping your head down, you marched over to him and began dragging him back towards the door.

"Yeah, thanks, really. Can you please leave now?" Your voice shook with every word, your fingers trembling as they gripped his biceps and legs wobbling with every step. The tremors in your voice sparking concern, Yatora spun around and clutched your shoulder, peering down to get a look at your face.

"Fuck, you don't look so good. Just- let's get some air, okay? I brought some snacks, you look like you're about to keel over." Yatora huffs, bringing an arm around your shoulder to lead your tired figure outside. You can't it back any longer, your frustration and exhaustion boiling over. You push his arm away, stumbling back towards your canvas. You know you're being dramatic but you can't waste any more time, and you know that if you went with him, you wouldn't want to leave.

"I can't! I have to finish this and, unlike you, I just- I can't work like you do! Constantly working, improving, like you know what you need to get better at a-and you just do it! It's like time doesn't slip away from you like it does for me, I just-" and then it hits you. You're knees crash into the vinyl beneath you, the air is abrasive in your lungs, probably from all the turpentine fumes, the dry skin of your hands absorbing your tears as they fall. The boy is stunned, his feet rigid but, in his stupor, he manages to walk towards you. Squatting beside you, he hesitantly places a hand on your head, ruffling your disheveled hair.

"Is that how you think of me?" he sighs, your outburst simultaneously empowered him yet pierced him. On one hand, the fact that someone like you saw how much he was improving made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even if it was via some eruption of bitter emotions, and it wasn't like you never praised him, quite the opposite. However, there was something different about how you had said it, that was what was nagging at him; the fact that you seemed to put him on a pedestal like some prodigy when, for him, he was the one lagging behind.

"You're just so onto it," you sobbed, "half the time, I'm just fucking around, but you're constantly growing and doing something. And then shit like this happens and it's last minute and I'm falling over myself trying to finish." Yatora just snorts in response; he recalls all the times you spent sketching out ideas for all kinds of projects, when you'd meet up with him with some new idea just to abandon it an hour later when something new catches your eye. Sure, maybe he had a more consistent work ethic but that gleam in your eye and the hyper-intense passion that you and everyone else got with art was something that didn't really come naturally to him. But that wasn't really it, was it? You both were just seeing each other in those moments, only noticing the shadow the other person cast over you. He brings his hand down to pull you into an embrace, plopping his chin where his hand previously was.

"You know that's all bullshit, right?" Yatora huffs, burying his face into your hair, "you all are way ahead of me, I'm the one who's catching up. Fuck, I still don't know if I even get art yet. I only started a couple years ago now, but you've all been doing this for way longer than I have, you have it all down now but I've only just gotten the hang of it, to be honest." You're shaking in his arms, and you know he's right. All of his improvements were the same as yours however many years ago, but seeing his growth as an artist compared to your stagnation made you forget all that. Of course, how could you have been so blind?

"Fuck," you choke out, "you're right, I'm sorry." You pull away from him, his hand falling limply from your shoulder to your knee, rubbing small circles into your skin. "I didn't mean to say all that, I-I know you're working hard just to pass, we-we all are... I let the stress get to me, I'm really sorry, Yatora." You laugh, rubbing the tears from your eyes as you try to collect yourself, the embarrassment from your little outburst beginning to sink in.

"It's fine, besides, I kinda like the smudges..." he chuckles, his hand reaching around to rub the back of his neck. At this moment, a slight blush begins to creep onto his cheeks, realizing just how intimate the scene had been. You glance up at him, eyes wide and puffy, and he feels all the air leave his chest. He drops his head to avoid eye contact, his hands bashfully trying to hide his blush but you knew better than to let the moment end. Out of curiosity, you slink up to remove his hands from his face, and he loses balance, falling back onto the vinyl. You hover over him for a moment, taking in his flushed appearance before giggling. It wasn't exactly rare to see Yatora like this but, after such an emotionally charged moment, it was exactly what you needed to feel better.

"You know, Yatora, I think I could get used to a view like this." You giggle as he rises, his hand running through his hair as he propels himself forward to sit up properly. He mutters for you to shut up but the smile on his face speaks otherwise. Slowly, Yatora brings a finger up to stroke your cheek, collecting some stray tears. There's a fondness in his eyes that you can't help but shuffle closer to get a better look at. "Thank you Yatora, for checking up on me and dealing with... well, that."

"Don't worry about it..." He trails off, leaning towards you, his single finger turning into a hand cupping your cheek. Planting a hand on each of his sides, you rise up to meet his lips in a small kiss. Your heart is beating a million kilometers an hour, the cool vinyl the only thing keeping you grounded in the heat of the moment. His lips are soft if not a little dry, the faint taste of tobacco offset by whatever he'd been snacking on earlier but you didn't mind. You reached around to tangle your fingers in his hair, while his hands settled on your waist, dipping under your shirt to rub at your skin. You settled on his lap, gasping as he began to trail kisses from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. You thanked every deity that the studio was empty tonight, no one around to witness you grinding against his clothed erection. You didn't want Yatora's ministrations on your body to cease even for a second but, as you desperately began to claw at his shirt, he pulled away for a moment. His face flushed and chest heaving, he asked, "Here? Now?"

"You said I needed a break, right?"

"I said you needed air."

"Same difference." You shrugged, reattaching your lips to his. Despite his complaints, one hand continued to snake up your back while another plunged beneath the waistline of your pants. Meanwhile, yours trailed down his chest to the hem of his shirt, following his movements as you sucked on the skin of his neck. You both paused, desperately removing your bottoms to cut straight to where you needed each other most. His fingers descended right to your heat, clumsily rubbing and prodding at your entrance but, at this point, any stimulation was enough. You let out a small whine, hastily reaching for his cock and rubbing it against your hole.

"W-wait, don't we need a condo-" Yatora's plea was cut off when you sunk down onto his length, a groan was ripped from his lungs before you silenced him with another kiss. Your tongues danced in rhythm with your hips, nimbly rocking back and forth in his lap while the tip of his cock hit your most sensitive spot. Pulling back for air, Yatora immediately reattached his lips to your neck, continuing where he left off by sucking dark purple marks on your collarbone. Your nails dug into his scalp as you bounced up and down in his lap, the muscles in your legs taut and you didn't know how much longer you could keep up the pace you had set for yourself. Sensing your exhaustion, Yatora leaned back, pulling you down with him as he began to thrust upward into you. With your arms planted on either side of his head for support, you pressed your forehead against his, the knot in your core tightening with every lunge of his hips.

"Yatora~" you whimpered, your body overcome by pleasure. Yatora rolled over, capturing you beneath him as he continued to thrust into you. His hands came up to cradle your head while you pulled him down to your lips, drowning yourselves in another lustful kiss. As your ears were assaulted by the wild slapping of skin, you became hyper-aware of your lewd conduct in the middle of the studio. If anyone were to walk in at any moment... The thought alone was enough to send you over the edge, your legs binding themselves around his waist as your back curved up off the floor. As your insides clenched around his cock, Yatora couldn't help but also come undone inside you, the orgasm enough to cloud his better judgment of pulling out. You both remained in that position for a while, the remainder of your clothes clinging to your bodies, your bodies aching and begging for respite. Yatora's senses returned first, panic setting in as he pulled out.

"I- uh... Y/N?" Yatora whispered, you merely hummed in response, still dazed from your intense orgasm. Yatora sighed, pulling you up to settle in his lap, your hands resting on his biceps and head nestling into the crook of his neck. He pulled at one of your hands, holding it delicately in his own, fiddling with your fingers, and examining the blue and yellow stains across your hand. He looked at your painting, and then back at you before smiling. "You're fucking beautiful"

A giggle bubbled out of you, "so are you."

"But seriously, you need air and food, all the paint and turpentine fumes are probably fucking with your head."

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[unqrowned]

— dating aesthetics; ft. (masc.) blue period cast

no pronouns mentioned for the reader ( gender-neutral ), the aesthetics & feels of what it’s like to date them !

YAGUCHI YATORA

having rooftop conversations when the city is still asleep and the sun rises, art supplies covering the floor, the smallest paint stains on your clothes if you look hard enough, doodles of you in the margins of his notebooks, incomplete sketches of you hidden between pages, warm and large smiles sacred to each other, being in each other’s corners, the comfort of having someone looking out for you.

HASHIDA HARUKA

quiet strolls through museums, visiting every art gallery possible, traveling across the world, sweet words whispered in your ear for only you, a lingering hand always on you in some manner, secret smiles exchanged within a room full of dozens of people, someone who will always listen to you and provide his support, a teasing comment here and there, helping to braid his hair that often leads to playing with it, being his muse and source of inspiration. 

TAKAHASHI YOTASUKE

sitting in silence while working on separate tasks next to each other, a shared playlist full of your music tastes, sharing earbuds during long rides on the train, linked pinkies whenever you both venture out in public, more so doing actions that express your affection rather than using words on both ends, gifted tiny sketches of you or your favorite character, hours on end battling in Pokémon, accidentally staying up late and falling asleep on each other.

MURAI YAKUMO

late evenings with cheap takeout, sharing and stealing food from each other, helping him carry his art pieces, the subtle brush of shoulders and belly laughs, playing childish games, constant touching you in general, leaning against one another, inside jokes, lazy mornings, coloring in his tattoos, collected polaroids, late night walks, mindless conversations, trips to the nearest convenience store for snacks.

[hanyjar]

the magnum opus and the muse.

yaguchi yatora x reader

notes: [818 words.] geidai yatora makes me question everything fr ): anyways pls give blue period the love it deserves!! i am literally scraping the floor for crumbs

disclaimers: university au! yaguchi, mentions of smoking & drinking (they discourage it tho), brief mention of underage drinking, reader & yaguchi are probs depressed, friends pining for each other, questioning the future & reminiscing abt the past!!

masterlist.

“How does it feel to hate the things you love?”

A puff of smoke escapes his chapped lips, eyes glistening with a sense of mirth from your question.

Yatora Yaguchi has always been an enigma. From the moment he dyed his hair and pierced his ears, to when his love for art blossomed into an almost self destructive endeavour.

You wonder why he did it. Why would he go through such lengths for it all? For his definition of love.

Even more so now, as he stood in front of you. Yatora looks different now, you thought. Clad in nothing but an all black hoodie and weathered jeans gifted to him during his high-school days, one would think he looks the same as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you know better. He knows better.

His usually bleached hair is showing his natural roots. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot; Yatora walks with a sense of lethargy instead of self-assured confidence, a feeling you know all too well.

He, too, is hit with the feeling of sullen dreams.

“It fucking sucks. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Yatora brings up a hand to his face, covering the bags that rimmed his eyes. “Pass me another smoke, would you?”

A reluctant grimace finds its way onto your face, hand reaching into your pocket for the box of poison anyways. “You’re killing your lungs that way, y’know.”

“And you’re killing your liver. You’re one to talk.”

Downing the liquor you would once steal from your parent’s cabinets, and were now legal to buy it with your own money, you reminisced.

Back to your youth. Back to when Yatora was encapsulating a blue Shibuya - not living amongst the colour. Back to when you and he didn’t lay in shards of crushed hopes that pierce through the very cores of your beings.

“It would be easier,” you turn to him, watching how the evening glow of Shibuya painted his face with warmth. “If you lived without passion. Like me.”

A beat of silence passes through the air. “No thanks,” he interjects.

“Hey! Why?” You punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “I’m serious. I almost died trying to create a so-called ‘magnum opus’, and now you might too. That’s the last thing I want from you.”

Another cloud of smoke enriches the air around you. And with the smile he gives you, one with the brilliance of a thousand stars, Yatora makes you realise. Within this ghost city, so devoid of life, there was still hope. Hope that came in the form of an ex-delinquent boy, now a Geidai student.

“Because, you said it yourself back in our second year of junior high. That’s the worst way of living. And eventually, you’ll lose sense of yourself, right?” His hand reaches to readjust the scarf he placed around you, delicately. Like he always was, with you. “I believe you still live with passion. You just refuse to believe it.”

Yes, you thought to yourself. Yatora’s right when he says you do live with passion.

But it’s not what he may think.

It’s not in the form of art, not in the tangible, literal sense anyways. Not in the way society thinks of what art is.

It’s in the form of love.

In the form of him.

Yatora is your magnum opus. And you hope to see him bloom into something magnificent.

So, you partly know the answer to your own question. To feel hatred for the things you love? It is to feel hatred towards the man you dedicated yourself wholly to, for he is the one who is slowly leading himself into turmoil.

But, just as before, you will wait. Forever, and evermore. The words lingering on the tip of your tongue will remain unspoken until he, too, sees you in a similar light.

You sigh. That’s enough thinking; you’ve drunk too much again.

A slight tug to your hands snaps you back to reality. “C’mon, daydreamer. My mum has been wanting to see you again. How does spending a night at my house sound?”

The slight desperate tone in his voice makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, Yatora is clinging to the past too.

Little do you know, he views you as something incomprehensible too. Why does he always search for a glimpse of you in the Geidai halls? Attending class would be the last thing you do. It is all unknown to him.

Yatora’s love burns. He is able to paint even through tears; he never feels as if too much is enough. And maybe that’s why he refuses to let you go. He can never get enough of you.

He can never get enough of the person that historians would dictate as his muse.

And maybe that's why he refuses to say the words which cling onto the deep crevices of his heart so very deeply.

[saturncodedstarlette]

“Please marry me.”

“I will.”

“Can you wait for me?”

“Even if it takes a hundred years.”

[sips-tea-cutely]

Loving you, distantly — 800 followers event

“I stare at you, how beautiful you seem. If only you could know my true feelings”

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rules:

not an nsfw/angst event, just some tooth-rotting confession fluff~ (maybe hurt/comfort 🤭🤭)

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credits to @/creativepromptsforwriting

1. “I couldn’t live with myself, if I didn’t tell you.”

2. “I never dared to even dream about you feeling the same.”

3. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

4. “I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

5. “This is just too much, I can’t act like this anymore, like I don’t love you!”

6. “I know this is not how we do things, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer!”

7. “Well, you still love me, right?” “I do.”

8. “I really, really like your stupid face.”

9. “You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?”

10. “I want to wake up next to you. Every morning.”

11. “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

12. “You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you.”

13. “I love you, okay? I love you!”

14. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

15. “How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me.”

16. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I have no choice.”

17. “Don’t you see that there are people who care about you? That I care about?”

18. “I am only going to say this once, so you better listen – I love you.”

19. “I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.”

20. “This was not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don’t want to take it back.”

21. “We need to stop dancing around it. All it does, is hurting us both!”

22. “I cannot stop smiling when I look at you.”

23. “My heart aches to be with you.”

24. “I can’t stop thinking about you. When I wake up, when I’m about to fall asleep…”

25. “You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.”

26. “I want you to be happy. And I would love it to be with me.”

27. “I think I like you a lot more than I like anyone.”

28. “There is something missing, when you’re not here with me.”

29. “It’s hard for me to describe what I feel for you… but just know that it’s love nonetheless.”

[youraveragechildemain10]

ABOUT ME

hello! Reiko. half turkish half japanese. 7Teen, Hobbies, volleyball, piano, drawing, writing and reading! . 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

November 22

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻

WHAT I WRITE FOR

Genshin impacts

Schoolbus graveyard

Honkai star rail

Blue period

Maybe more??

WHAT I DON'T WRITE

Anything that's morally wrong

minor x adult

Character x charecter

Smut

Male! Reader sorry

CHARECTERS I WRITE FOR

Genshin

All of the genshin guys

If you want women I could do that too!

Honkai

Same as genshin

[harukaprism]

omg may i request for first time makingn out with yota maybe??? i feel like he would let us kiss him first and him not knowing how to react widhwodjjhh HE IS SO CUTE

Hi my love! This was literally so freaking cute. YOU ARE SO RIGHT HE IS SO CUTE. Sorry it isn't too long but I hope you like it!

Yotasuke could not believe he had let Yatora and Murai convince him to come to this party. The party was loud and a lot of people were drinking, he wanted to be anywhere but here. 

“Yota? Oh my god!” Your voice rang out throughout the entire party, he spotted you from across the house with a can of your favorite drink in hand. Worming your way through the swarm of art students you practically tackled him in a hug. “I can’t believe you came!” 

He could smell the alcohol on your breath but it wasn’t too overwhelming so he knew you hadn’t had too much that would inebriate you. “Yatora made me come.” Softly admitting the reason he was here you lead him to a couch in a more quiet area. 

“I’m glad you are here, Murai is good fun but he starts to strip and then it gets too much.” Letting out a huff you leaned into the soft cushions. Yotasuke actually enjoyed your company, you took the time to get to know him and talk to him. “How are classes going?” 

Rarely did you bring up art with him, he had opened up to you about his struggles with the subject and how he really didn’t like it and you never questioned him on it, you just accepted it and rolled with talking with him. “They are fine. How are yours?” He sat listening to you rant about your projects and your professors, how you hated that the days were getting longer and longer the more exams were coming up. 

Soon, the house got quieter as everyone moved outside to do more drinking and hop in the pool. The two of you were left alone in the living room. “Yotasuke, have you ever kissed anyone?” Instantly his face was flushed bright red as his blood rushed to the skin. Why would you ask a question about that? That is inappropriate. “Is that a no?” You tilted your head to the right as you studied him. 

“N-no I have not kissed anyone.” Stuttering he clasped his hands in his lap trying to distract himself. 

Suddenly your lips brushed against his ear. “You’re too pretty to not kiss anyone before Yota. Would you like a kiss?” Staying still he only gave a short nod, he had a crush on you of course; you were the only woman he could really stand. 

With wide eyes he watched as you crawled into his lap and pinned him to the couch, your moves were not forceful he could pull away at any moment if he wanted. He made no moves as you leaned in close to his face; your lips were soft as they made contact with his lips, your chapstick spreading onto him. 

You started to pull away but instinctively followed your movements wanting more, now that he had it, he wanted to be selfish and take all of you. Taking his hint, you crashed your lips against his. Your bodies melding into one as his lithe fingers dug into your shirt, your fingers were buried in his hair as he messily kissed you back.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears; was he doing this right? Were you enjoying yourself? He got the answer to his question as your tongue made its way into his mouth, he let you in and hung on for dear life as you explored his mouth. He gently moved his tongue to brush against yours and the jolt of pleasure that rocked his body made him groan into your mouth. 

You pulled away and smiled as the two of you panted in unison. “How was your first kiss Yota?” Your voice was soft and gentle, he wanted to beg for more but the two of you heard Yatora speaking as people moved to come into the room. You quickly parted and sat next to him. 

This was a secret for the two of you for now.

[mizppa]

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Tokyo Revengers

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ㅤ─ There's no way to declare yourself dead mikey

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One Piece

ㅤ─ ❛ You tell me sweets lies ❜ Luffy and Mother!Reader

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